Breakfast ended with some casual chatter. After a moment of intimacy, Charles headed toward the newly repaired Narwhal.
The battered hull had been thoroughly repaired, and the streamlined silver ship looked exceptionally beautiful. No matter what, your own ship is always best. During the 068 mission, using someone else's ship just never felt right, even if I didn't show it.
All the crew were already gathered on the deck, waiting for their Captain.
After wrapping his arm around Anna's waist and giving her a deep, wet kiss, Charles was about to say something when she cut him off. "Hey, hey, don't go jinxing yourself."
Charles grinned at her. "What nonsense are you talking about? Give me your phone, let me take another look. I'll leave right after I watch it."
His old, battered phone appeared before Charles again, and he tapped open the video to watch it one more time.
